There He Is - Larry Stylinson AU

When Harry met his dream guy, his idol. The last thing he expected to only get 4 words said to him. since that day he can never listen to his music, see him on tv or even hear his name mentioned without feeling cheated and broken. Unable to escape him, he goes accompanied by his bestfriend to his uncles for the summer, and finds his uncle already has a guest staying...

5. Poison

Written quickly as i have been distracted by One Direction on Daybreak...

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------ I sat down on the log by the lake Liam by my side. I can’t say he remembers much from the visits he had at his uncles when he was younger, but the excitement he had when his mother brought him for the first time was burned in his memory. Things hadn’t changed. The log is where it should be, the tree swing was still wrapped around the tree, and the small carvings he done it the boulders were faintly visible.

The suns refection shines brightly I'm my eyes, as I squint to look at the forest on the other side. It’s was peaceful, tranquil and just what I needed. I felt my heart drop as I thought about Louis. I tried to tell myself over and over again that I don’t care, I had removed every emotion for him and throw it in the sea but that was clearly false. Seeing Louis after all this time of avoiding TV’s, magazines and radios where he could end up seeing or hearing him it felt like a torn in his side. Louis was still gorgeous, Harry’s heart still thumped louder when he speaks and he couldn’t seem to chase his feelings back to where they emerged from. “Is this what the next few weeks are going to be like?” Liam questioned voice gentle as if not to ruin the mood.

“What do you mean?”

“You being all moody about Louis, having yelling matches and making lists while everything else just awkward?”

“No, that’s not much of a summer is it?” I let out a breath and sucked in some of my pride “I will be civil when were in a room together, no matter how much I want to tie him to that tree and leave him there”

Liam responded with a soft smile and wrapped his arm around my shoulder. I left the silence for a few minutes before shuffling more off the log so I was hanging off the edge.

“To make it more torturous I was going to leave you to talk with him, he’d be wishing I’d killed him after 5 minutes”

I waited for the ‘OI’ to echo throughout the trees before running as fast as I can, jumping over bushes and slightly tripping on tree roots and various branches. Running up the small path that led to the house he could hear Liam catch up. After Getting hit by twigs various times he had Liam right behind him and catching him and tackling him into the house.

Liam’s fingers pressed into his sides and I wriggled trying to get away while bursting out into involuntary laughter. His attack lasted until I had tears coming out of my eyes and I pleaded that I was sorry.

Liam stood up, chuckling with a giant grin on his face. I pulled myself up off my stomach and slightly pushed Liam playfully for tickling me. Liam looked towards the door and I could see him tense up. As it turns out, Zayn was standing watching us from the bookshelf by the door. His face seemed unreadable with his arms crossed, his lips in a straight line and his eyebrows slightly raised.

I need a new best friend. After assuring Liam that tickling wasn’t foreplay and Zayn meant it as a joke, Liam seemed to calm down, although not by much. We had moved to the kitchen in the hopes that a cup of tea would make him change topic.

“You’re not lying right Harry?”

“No Liam, I'm not, why do you care anyway”

“I… I d-don’t”

“Come on li! Tell me, does Zayn make your insides churn? Does he give you butterflies? Does your heart flutter when he looks at you? Do you masturbate to his image?”

“whaa- Harry! No” Liam scalded taking over the making of tea.

“To all of the above?”

“I- well no… I guess” Liam started fiddling with the tea bags “He’s well you know, obviously good looking and he’s kind of mysterious and has a really good voice”

“That’s all fair enough, but not what I asked”

Liam sighed and poured the boiled water into the mugs. He pulled the milk out of the fridge and poured before turning to me and groaned. “Yes, he gives me butterflies and my heart does, slightly flutter and when he’s around I feel like every word I say is to stupid or not good enough for him to hear”

Liam sounded so sad, his crush obvious as well as his despair. Grabbing the mugs and sitting down at the table I gestured to Liam for him to join me.

“You, Liam Payne are adorable” Liam let out a short stunned laugh. “Just talk to him, alright? You won’t say anything stupid unless you try to analyse every word you could possibly say”

I took a sip of my tea and Liam bit his lip before deciding to take my advice.

“Your right, I will, thanks Harry”

“No problem mate” I took one more drink from my cup before pushing the chair back and standing up. After a glance at the door I looked straight into Liam’s eyes.

“You sure about the masturbating thing though?”

“Bloody hell Harry! No, I don’t masturbate to Zayn alright!?”

Laughed bubbled through my chest and burst out till I was in hysterics. Struggling to breathe Liam looked at me lost and I pointed to the door.

Liam was mortified.

Zayn seemed to join me in laughing and Liam buried his head into his hands.

“Why me?” Liam muttered over and over.

“Because there was no sugar in my tea” I stated before patting Liam on the back, giving Zayn a huge smile and leaving the room. Still laughing to myself I strolled through the small hallway and into the living room.

“What’s funny?” a voice rang from the sofa, the sound of the TV in the background. My eyes found Louis who was wearing a slightly playful expression. Having an inner battle on whether to say something or just walk out I remembered what I had said to Liam.

“Basically I tricked Liam into saying or rather yelling that he doesn’t masturbate over Zayn when Zayn was behind him” Louis’ eyes crinkled and his thin lips became thinner as he laughed.

“Nice one” I gave a slight nod in return and turned to head out.

“Hey Harry?” Louis said, getting off the sofa and getting closer to me. “You’re rather beautiful, you know? I don’t know why you don’t like me, but I’d like the chance to change that” he paused taking in my reddened cheeks “Let me take you somewhere?”

“Why? Why would I do that?”

“Because surely it wouldn’t hurt to give me a chance, I won’t lie Harry, you intrigue me” I was stunned to say the least. Me? Intriguing? His voice was smooth and almost cocky. I stared at him my mine swirling. His brown hair swishing to the side, ruffled as if he was having a lazy day. In fact, he probably was. He wore brown joggy’s and a purple top with plain black print.

“Is that so? Then I guess you’ll just have to stay intrigued” Once reaching the doorway into the hall, I turned my head to look over my shoulder to Louis’ surprised face.

“I promised I’d be civil when in a room with you Louis. But that doesn’t mean I'm planning to be in a room with you unless it’s necessary” That may have come across mean or cruel, but as I found myself so close to giving in and so willing to forgive, I ended up defensive and attacked. I tried to ignore the guilt I had raising inside me, but as I walked up the stairs I felt absolutely horrid.

The time I get my own back on Louis Tomlinson and yet I still feel dreadful.